"Does Mr.Jetson desire to take his coat off or not ?" "Yes!" cried Jetson tempestuously, unbuttoning his own overcoat and tossing it to the ground.

"Now, take yours off, Mr.Darrin!" "It's off," responded Dave, tossing the garment aside.

"Now, look to yourself, sir!" The two second classmen closed in furiously.

It was give and take, for a few moments.

In the clinches, however, Jetson succeeded in tearing Darrin's dress coat, and also in starting the blood again so that the crimson dripped down on Dave's white shirt front.
At the end of a full minute, however, Darrin had sent his enemy to the ground, stopped in a knock-out.